I Finally told her what he'd done
How he came into my room.
Six years I'd kept it to myself
Now I know I can't assume,
That what he did was all my fault
I no longer live in fear.
For hes no longer in the house
I can forever stop the tears.
Since I was eight I'd sit alone
And cry to myself in bed.
For all those images of him and me
Running through my head.
So thank you god for helping me now.
I no longer blame myself.
For what he did was worse than wrong
I hope he goes to hell.